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Waiting Game (Vegas Aces #4)(5)
Author: Lisa Suzanne

Does it still qualify as a one-night stand when you marry the guy?

“Slight problem,” he says. “I didn’t bring any condoms. I figured less temptation that way.”

“I don’t have any, either. But it’s fine. I’m on the pill.” And I want all of you anyway.

“This is okay?” he asks before he moves back toward me.

I nod. “This is more than okay.” That’s the green light he needs.

He moves toward me and slides my panties down my legs. It feels like everything is in slow motion, but that’s okay. We have tonight, and tomorrow, and forever if that’s what we want.

He helps me sit up and unhooks my bra next, which ends up on the ground, and then we’re both naked and we’re really going to do this.

And then he moves over me. He kisses me again, and he thrusts toward me, and I feel him between my legs, hot and hard against my slit. He reaches between us to pump himself right against my clit a few times, and it intensifies the ache. It’s so good as he presses that magical spot, and I’m about to lose it and fly into a climax when he slides himself down and right into me.

Holy shit.

If I thought it was good with a condom, it had nothing on this.

He’s hard as steel as he enters me. A warm feeling rolls over me, heating me from the inside out. He starts moving, sliding in and out, nothing between us but wet heat as we both grunt and moan from the incredible feeling. It’s like our bodies were made for one another as he rocks into me.

I can’t believe this is really happening. It’s like I’ve entered some alternate universe that I certainly never want to leave.

He kisses me, and he’s tender and slow. He reaches for my breasts, and my hands skate up and down his back, leaving scratch marks when I have to grip onto his shoulder because I’m trying to hold off my orgasm. It’s close. So damn close. He feels so good, and I can’t hold on much longer, but I don’t want this to end.

I want him to drive into me for the rest of time. Nobody has ever made me feel this way, and that’s how I know this is right.

He leans down to catch one of my nipples in his mouth, and the pain there pairs with the pleasure down below. With my mental state in the right place, too, as love pulses hotly between us, he pushes me right into my first climax of the night.

He comes along with me for the ride, growling incomprehensible strings of curse words along with my name as my own release pushes him into his. We ride the wave together as he continues pushing into me and my hips thrash around, our eyes hot on each other as heat pulses from him into me.

And when it’s over, when we’ve both come down and our bodies are left shuddering with the pleasure we both just felt, he remains inside me for a few beats as he kisses me slowly.

I never want this to end.

I know I only signed a contract for the next year, but I want forever.

 

 

CHAPTER 5

 

That old phrase cloud nine has nothing on where I’m floating when I wake up in the morning. Not only am I married, but I’m married to the guy I’ve fallen in love with...and he’s in love with me, too.

When I was fired and Todd dumped me twelve seconds later, I thought it would be a long-ass time before I found happiness again, yet here I am, less than two months later. Happy as a damn clam.

Until Luke wakes up and opens his mouth. “We probably shouldn’t have done that,” he says instead of something simple like good morning or hey there wife or even should we do that again?

I blow out a breath and get out of bed angrily. “Are you serious, Luke?” I grab a shirt and pull it on because you’re damn right if you think we slept naked.

“It’s just going to complicate our agreement,” he says, like that’s any better.

I shake my head sadly as the anger starts to dissipate into pure disappointment. “I should believe you when you keep telling me you’re no prince. Maybe you’re right. But you sure fuck like one.” I mutter the last part and I leave those as my parting words as I head to the bathroom, slam the door, and take a shower.

It’s sort of like the last time we were together. I scrubbed and scrubbed under scalding hot water, but nothing could make the grime go away. The same holds true this time.

No matter how hard I scrub, I can’t change what he just said.

I can’t try to justify his hurtful words.

He knocks on the bathroom door just as I finish drying off. I wrap the fluffy hotel bathrobe around me and open the door. “What?” I spit at him.

He gives me a wry smile, and why does he have to be so goddamn hot? I can’t stay mad at him when he looks at me like that. It’s like a damn puppy dog with sad eyes.

“I’m sorry. I guess I’ve just gotten used to pushing people away, but I don’t want to push you away. I just don’t know how to be in a real relationship.”

I weigh my options here. I could give in and set the precedent that it’s okay to say mean things to me, or I could stand my ground.

I go with the latter. I have to.

“You’re right,” I say. “You don’t know how. And it might just be part of my job description to teach you.”

“How can I make it up to you?” he asks.

“Find another hotel,” I say, standing my ground. “Our honeymoon starts today, and it starts away from your toxic family. I want more nights like we had last night and less mornings like we’re having right now.”

“Consider it done. What else?”

“You once told me that there were two people in your failed relationships. What did you do that caused them to end?” I ask.

“Oh Jesus,” he says. “It’s too damn early for this conversation.”

I raise a brow.

He blows out a breath. “Fine. But can we at least order breakfast first?”

I nod toward the phone and cross my arms over my chest. “You know what I like.”

He gives me a look I can’t quite decode, and then he walks over and picks up the phone. I grab my clothes and close the bathroom door while he orders.

Time to find out if he’s been paying attention.

After I finish getting ready, I pack up my toiletries with a sigh. I don’t really want to leave this place. It is, after all, where we got married yesterday. But my family is heading out today, and with his family and Michelle here, I can’t stay. Not when they constantly hurt him, and not if we’re meant to enjoy this “honeymoon.” It’s a big place, but not big enough to escape all that.

I toss my make-up bag in my suitcase and start reorganizing my clothes when Luke appears in the bedroom doorway holding a cup of coffee. He isn’t wearing a shirt, his hair is messy from sleep, and the light is hitting him at the most perfect angle. He looks like a damn advertisement for coffee.

I slip my phone out of my pocket and snap a picture.

“What was that for?” he asks.

“I swear, if you didn’t play football, you could model,” I murmur, checking out the picture I just took—another one for the spank bank, not that I need it if he’s going to deliver like last night again. I push that whole we shouldn’t have done that thing out of my head and try not to read past what he said.

“I’m ready to talk now,” he says, lifting his coffee cup into the air to indicate that he couldn’t really get moving on conversation until he had that in hand.

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